My understanding is incredible, I built a floating city in Hogwarts

As Dumbledore and Voldemort engage in an unprecedented duel, the riot on the Quidditch pitch has come to an end.

The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, finally came out of hiding and, accompanied by Nymphadora Tonks, walked through the auditorium to visit the wizards who were scarred by the battles and riots.

Fudge felt his cheeks hurt. He felt as if he had been tricked by the Deputy Auror Director.

The original imagined scene was that he would appear when people were at their most vulnerable, like a beacon lighting up the dark night, bringing them comfort and strength.

He originally thought that as a minister, his condolences would earn people's gratitude and support - at least that's what Tonks advised him.

He foolishly believed it.

Now I know that what Tonks said sounded nice, but the reality was not what he imagined at all!

In the eyes of the people who had just experienced the disaster, he, the dignified Minister of Magic, was just an outlet to vent their emotions.

These people either cried out and begged, or screamed threats and asked the devil toThe Ministry announced the truth and severely punished the troublemakers.

In order to appease these emotional people, Fudge's bald forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.-

"Minister, the weather is a bit hot and muggy, please wipe your sweat away."Lucius Malfoy beside him carefully handed over a handkerchief. Fudge took it and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Lucius, the Ministry of Magic will respond to your last application as soon as possible."Fudge raised his chin, his voice full of goodwill.

"That's wonderful, Mr. Minister."Lucius bowed slightly, with a smile flashing in his eyes - but that smile was like a delicate mask, lacking in sincerity. It was just a polite expression that he had formed after countless repeated trainings as a pure-blood wizard.

In Lucius' Deep in his heart, there was no ripple of joy, but instead he was shrouded in deep worries and fears.

His former master had made such a big noise and such a big move, but he didn't know anything about it, and he was not even aware of it. The master summoned him to participate, and this feeling of being left out made him uneasy.

He would rather be summoned and be scolded by Voldemort, or even take a [Cruciatus Curse], than what he was doing now.

What made him feel even more anxious was Yes, because he didn't get any information in advance, he failed to warn Levingreen. Did the Dark Lord and Levingreen doubt the loyalty of the Malfoy family?

Will they take adverse actions against the Malfoy family?

These doubts Like a dark shadow, it kept lingering in his mind.

Thinking of this, Lucius looked worriedly at his son Draco, who was helping to treat the wounded not far away, with both relief and fear in his heart.

In the commotion just now, Draco His performance was indeed great. He stood up in time to maintain the order of Slytherin - at least the order of the pure-blooded little wizards who were willing to follow him, and took them to take refuge in the shield of the Erotic Society.

After that Together with many other young wizards, he formed a magic circle to provide energy for the shield.

His performance is remarkable even in this brilliant Erudition Society. It can be said that compared with the past, He had undergone earth-shaking changes - he was no longer the naughty little troublemaker.

However, another kind of uneasiness surged in Lucius's heart.

He had clearly told Draco to be careful at this time. Be cautious and don't blindly make the first move - this is the ancestral precept that the Malfoy family relies on forever.

But that little bastard forgot all about these instructings after the damn Mudblood girl gave the order. Jing.

Are you so willing to listen to that mudblood?!

"Please rest assured that our Ministry of Magic will severely punish the culprits of this crime. No matter who planned and participated in this vicious attack, they will not escape the harshest punishment. In fact, judging from the situation at the scene, we have already wiped out all these evil-doing thugs!"

When Malfoy was worried, Fudge made an impassioned assurance to the crowd, his tone full of firmness and justice.

Turning around, he gracefully came to a group of knowledgeable young wizards. After the danger was relieved, they He immediately stood up and used the magic he learned to help treat the wounded.

Fudge praised warmly,"I just saw your performance just now. What you used, uh……"

He was speechless for a moment and couldn't remember what spell they used to resist the attack just now.

"That's called [Power Wall Technique], Minister."Tonks reminded me just right.

"Yes, it's [Power Wall Technique], you used it very well. Fudge said, and promised sincerely,"When you graduate, the Ministry of Magic welcomes you to join.""

"Especially you, Miss Hermione Granger. Fudge looked at Hermione with a look of satisfaction on his face, obviously quite satisfied with his memory,"Even if you are born as a Muggle, you can still be so good. You were the one organizing everyone's defense just now, right?""

Although it was a compliment, Hermione heard the hidden meaning in the other person's words.

That was to imply that Muggle-born wizards should naturally perform worse than purebloods.

This is the implicit discrimination that exists in the wizarding world.

He Min finally experienced this firsthand, and she could only smile stiffly and nodded to acknowledge it.

At this moment, Fudge accidentally glanced at the referee's bench, and his eyes suddenly froze.

Because he saw Cirila leading the team He led a group of Aurors in uniforms towards the referee's seat.

After the arena gradually returned to order, Barty Crouch Sr. stood on the steps of the spectator stand, his face more serious than before, and there was no trace of color on his withered face. A glimmer of luster.

Together with the uninjured adult wizards, under the guidance of Madam Pomfrey, he was providing treatment to the wizards injured in the chaos.

However, at this moment, a hurried leather boots stepped on the ground. The sound came, causing a commotion among the crowd.

People all turned their attention to the direction of the sound, and saw Cirilla leading several Aurors in uniforms, walking straight towards Old Barty Crouch.

Cirilla stopped in front of Crouch and raised her hand to tell her men to stop the brutal act of directly arresting Crouch.

"Director Crouch, please forgive me, we have just captured the mastermind of this attack," Cirilla said in a calm tone, words that were chilling to Crouch,"and he is your son. Barty Crouch Jr."

"my son? Old Crouch raised his eyelids and seemed very surprised,"I don't know what you are talking about.""

But Cirilla keenly saw that his hand holding the wand was shaking.

She shook her head and continued:"When we arrested him, he was using the compound potion to transform into Alastor Moody. There is evidence that he lurked in Hogwarts as Moody for a whole year, and that this riot was directly related to him."

Facing Old Crouch, who still had an expression that had nothing to do with me, Cirilla sighed.

The old guy still couldn't shed tears without seeing the coffin.

So, she had to come up with further evidence:"According to our investigation of him. Based on the preliminary information obtained by [Legilimency], we found that the reason why he is still alive is because he successfully escaped from prison with the assistance of you and your late wife. The real dead Barty Crouch Jr. was actually your wife's drunkard Polyjuice Potion in disguise. In order to prevent him from being discovered, you even illegally used the [Amnesia Curse] on our colleague Bertha Jorkins at the Ministry of Magic, causing her to now suffer from irreversible amnesia."

Crouch's hands shook more seriously, but his expression remained unchanged.

"Finally, because of your relationship with him and your role as a referee in the game, we also suspect that you are connected with some of the accidents that occurred in these games and the attacks in this game. Now you need to return to Magic with us cooperate with the investigation."

Until Cirila finished explaining the reasons for the arrest, Crouch still seemed as if he hadn't heard anything, and even began to continue casting healing spells on the injured. It wasn't until the treatment was completed that Barty Crouch Sr. stood up. He patted the non-existent dust on his knees, adjusted his magic robe slowly, and finally straightened his hat, then turned to Cirila and said in a deep voice:"Lead the way!"

From a distance, Fudge saw Crouch being surrounded by Aurors headed by Cirilla and leaving. He could no longer maintain the smile on his face.

He said to Tonks gloomily:"Jaina is It was premeditated, what on earth did she want to do?"(To read exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Before Tonks could explain, he tossed his robe angrily and left quickly.

Unfortunately, it was too late for him to react now.

Jaina had just finished After the Great Purge, the blockade on the Ministry of Magic was lifted.

Fudge brewed the anger all the way, and finally returned to the Ministry of Magic smoothly without seeing anything unusual along the way.

As soon as he returned to the Ministry of Magic, he received Jaina Proudmoore's invitation.

The other party invited him to his own minister's office for an interview.

This strange invitation left Fudge confused.

But when Umbridge found him, he knew what was going on in the Ministry of Magic..

After learning that not only Crouch, but the entire Crouch family's power in the Ministry of Magic had been annexed by Jaina Proudmoore, Fudge could no longer remain calm.

He could not imagine that Jaina would To do such a big thing.

Obviously before today, she had always been respectful to him and looked like a good subordinate.

He rushed into the minister's office and saw Jaina calmly sitting where he usually sat when discussing matters with Fudge. Position, he suddenly became furious.

He took out a book from the bookshelf and slapped it on the table.

It was a thick book with a human face on the spine. The human face was still sleeping. , was woken up by this slap and let out a painful groan.

But Fudge's roar completely drowned out the book's groan.[]

"Jaina Proudmoore! Do you still see me as the Minister of Magic?"

"Minister, it would be good for you and me to get rid of Barty Crouch. The feud between you and him is no secret, is it?"Facing Fudge, who was like an angry bull, Gianna seemed extremely calm, no longer as respectful as before.

"Don't play this trick on me, you and I both know that he has long since lost his qualifications to be the Minister of Magic!"Fudge angrily punched the table, and the whole office shook and buzzed for a long time.